Out of Line
Regarding the alleged naughtiness of Lord Sewel, former Deputy Speaker of the House of Lords and Chair of the Privileges and Conduct Committee...
“Order, order!” he shouted “We’re all out of line”
“I’ll see to that” quoth the whore
“And if you’re a good boy we’ll do three in a bed,
You can snort off my ti**ies and more”
Oh silly old Sewel you poor addled old fool
So clearly misguided and randy
That the question of cash and the secretive flash
Were obscured in a cloud of nose candy
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015
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